Hurts to breathe
fog n ice
hurry and flurry,
fast to the door,
tall boots on the floor,
stomping off snow,
frozen toe,
Hearth burns,
the warmth lives,
Keep it aflame,
Hearts yearn,
to be one again.
Coldest Day of the Year
Tag: winter poetry
Hurts to breathe
fog n ice
hurry and flurry,
fast to the door,
tall boots on the floor,
stomping off snow,
frozen toe,
Hearth burns,
the warmth lives,
Keep it aflame,
Hearts yearn,
to be one again.
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